Glenfiddich 14 Rich Oak Reserve

Glenfiddich and I have an odd past. Not “They killed my grandfather” past or “I was hunted down by illegal aliens who only drank it”, more so I’m all over the place on how I review it. And thus how I react to it.

Glenfiddich 12 and I are homies, in that I’ll suck on it and be okay with it. That’s what homies means, right?

Glenfiddich 15 tastes like that one stripper who wears all red. And you don’t really want to feel that way. Ever.

Glenfiddich 18 was there are my wedding. Had to be a witness, I like it so much.

And the 21 Gran Reserve? That’s crazy good. To me, at least.

So you see, I have a mixed bag with this whisky. Not to mention when I started I thought it was a blend. And that’s just wrong.